Authors Note: This is a disturbing story involving incest and unrequited love. There will be highly sexual situations. If this offends you, please hit your back button now. Thank you.
Harry Potter and associated characters belong to J.K Rowling. I'm just some sicko who's playing around with her characters.
"Like Fire It Burns"
Chapter 3
The next morning Ron received an owl. He recognized Harry's messy scrawl immediately, and was tempted to throw the letter away unopened, as he had with the previous letters, but hesitated.
He sat in contemplation for a moment, then, with a sigh, opened the letter.
"Ron"
"I know it's been awhile since we talked, mate, but we wanted you to be the first to know. We haven't heard from you much this summer (more like not at all, Ron thought) but hope everything is ok with you. Have you met someone? We thought maybe that was why we hadn't heard from you. Anyway, the thing is, Ron, that we're engaged. Of course, we won't be married for a long while yet, Hermione wants to do more schooling and I would like to train to be an Auror. But when we do, we would really like if you would be our best man. Hermione plans to ask Ginny to be the maid of honor. We just couldn't have the wedding without our favorite Weasleys there. So, owl us back, will you?
Harry and Hermione"
Ron dropped the letter. It fluttered to the ground, so innocent looking, and lay there. He felt completely blank in such a way that would have been alarming could he actually think about it.
Have you met someone? We thought maybe that was why we hadn't heard from you.
Ron fought back an insane urge to giggle. "Yes, that's it," he said aloud. "I've met someone and I've been shagging her night and day, and that's why I haven't responded to your combined 18 owls. Aren't you clever!" and he put his head in his hands and he rocked back and forth, but it didn't hurt yet,not yet, his mind just kept repeating the same words over and over again, like a mantra...
"Engaged. Harry and Hermione are engaged. Engaged. To be married. Engaged." over and over it went, and Ron continued rocking, he was ok, everything was ok, and how was Ginny going to take this?
Ron laughed aloud but the sound had no humor, it was bitter and sharp and hurt him but he could not stop. Laughing, he picked up the letter from the floor and tore it methodically into thin strips, and then he tore the strips into pieces, and then he ate the pieces, thus erasing the letters existence forever.
He heard a muffled pounding then and realised he had been hearing it for awhile. "Go away, nobody lives here," he said shrilly, half laughing, half crying. "No one at all, everyones away, they all went out to play!"
"Ron!" came Ginny's voice then, but he hardly recognized it as hers, it sounded so hoarse and strange.
"What do you want?" he asked, and his voice cracked alarmingly. "Can't you tell I'm losing my mind? I mean, I'm not sure, but I'm pretty sure my mind is going away, because I can't feel it in there right now, and I don't mean to alarm you, but I've heard people without minds can do some pretty crazy things, and did you know Harry and Hermione are engaged?"
BANG! The door to his bedroom suddenly burst open and he came face to face with Ginny. She was white to the lips. In contrast to her white skin, her loose red hair glowed fierily.
"I know," she said softly, and he had been expecting more out of her than that, but she just sat there staring at him expectantly.
"What? What do you want?" he demanded. "Why are you staring at me?"
"Come here," she said in the same soft voice and for a moment Ron felt afraid of her, he drew back suddenly, (hell hath no fury,his mind whispered) but the moment disappeared and she was Ginny again, his little sister, and he could clearly see the traces of tears on her face, and blood on her lips where she had bitten through them.
He went to her and she was in his arms, and he was holding her and she was holding him, and together they fell to the ground, where they intertwined with each other in desperate need of comfort, but there was little comfort to be had. However, they gave each other what they could. For the moment, it had to be enough.
Ron awoke that night from his most disturbing dream ever, he had been torturing a chained Hermione with a whip while Harry had watched and masturbated. His loins ached, and he came to the realisation that he was not alone in his bed, to the left of him, sleeping with her arm spread out, was Ginny.
He could not remember when they had gone to sleep, but eventually he imagined their grief must have run its course. He felt no grief now, just a bit blank, except down below, where his penis throbbed.
Ginny sighed and turned in her sleep. He found himself entranced by the sight of her breasts through her top, they were quite full, much larger than Hermione's. He found himself with a growing urge to touch one, and unwittingly his hand moved towards it. He paused, and then realised that it didn't matter anymore, she had invited him to think of her in that way, and now he did. So he reached out, and slowly, traced a finger around her nipple.
She moaned but did seemingly wake,although the nipple hardened. Ron was fascinated by this. He had never actually held a female breast in his hand before and he found it intoxicating. He did the same to the other and that one hardened too. He found his breath coming in a bit more quickly, and his spare hand found his erection and squeezed it. He lowered his mouth to the breast in the cotton, and hesitated a moment.
"Go ahead," came Ginny's voice from above him. "I want you to."
He did not dare to look at her just then. If he looked at her he would be reminded of who she was, who they both were, and then he would have to stop and he didn't want to stop. He fumbled with the bottom of her shirt, lifting it up so her bare breasts were exposed to him.
Beautiful, he thought, and lowered his head to her nipple. The hand on his penis moved more quickly, rubbing, rubbing, and he sucked on her breast, and she arched her back moaning, and there was light and heat and everything was red and all too soon it was over, and he'd gotten it everywhere, all over the bed and himself and Ginny.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, still not looking at her. She grabbed his face and turned him towards her. "Don't be," she said, smiling slightly. "It's my turn."
Authors Note: There is something severely wrong with today and it's making me remember why I stopped using it in the first place. I have uploaded the new chapter TWICE and I PREVIEW it and its the correct one, but when I check it on the site it says its chapter 2 again! It's driving me nuts! Nuts I say! Alright. One more time I'm going to try.
There will be more chapters to this, if I can ever get them up.
